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Remember, remember, the vow so early made,

By the marble fountain's side, 'neath the spreading palm tree's shade ;
When the distant sun was sinking, and thou swore by him on high,
On the bosom that then pillow'd thee, U live—to love—to die.

Remember, remember, the hour so sad to me,

When thou fled'st thy home and love in a strange bark o'er the sea,

And I stood upon the shore, and the curse rose in my breast,

But prophetic tears came on my cheek, my heart yearn'd, and I blest.

Remember, remember, when, after years of pain

And madness of heart and head, I saw thee once again;

When menials Turn 'd the maniac from the portal where he lay,

In the last fond hope of dying in thy presence, or thy way.

Now thou 'rt low, and art left to the cold sneer and the gaze

Of the world that bent before thee in thy former stately days;

And the sycophants thou smil'dst upon forsake thee in thy need,

As the stricken deer is left by the fleeing herd to bleed.

But one star yet to thee is left—nay, fear from me no word,

Of all we are, or might have been, my claims shall be unheard:

I will but ask to look on thee, and think upon the days

When I joy'd me in the sunny light of thy young beauty's rays.

Fear not that I should speak of love—all word of that is past,

Although its dart will rankle in my sear'd breast to the last;

I will but ask to tend thee with an elder brother's care,

And to kneel to thee in death, with a blessing and a prayer.

S. II. S

Jttarrtj 8.

The Chancellor's Mace.

On the 8th of March, 1577, there was a trial at the old Bailey, arising out of the following circumstances:—

A little girl, the daughter of a woman who let lodgings in Knight Rider Street, went up to a room of one of the lodgei s to make the bed, and was agreeably surprised with Aiding on the floor some silver spangles and odd ends of silver. Her curiosity was awakened; she pryed further, and looking through the keyhole of the door to » locked closet perceived what she imagined to be the royal crown. She hastened down stairs, and cried out," Oh mother. mother ! yonder's the king's crown in our closet I Pray mother come along with me and see it." The admiring mother followed her daughter, opened the lock of her lodgers' closet with a knife, and discovered the lord chancellor's mace, which had been stolen from his house. She had been informed of the loss, and immediately gave information of the discovery. Officers were despatched and secured the persons who rented the room, consist

ing of three men and women; they were examined and committed for trial.

These circumstances are stated in a rare little quarto tract of four leaves, entitled "A perfect narrative of the Apprehension, Trial, and Confession on the day before mentioned of the five several persons that were confederates in stealing the mace and two privy purses from the lord high chancellor of England, at the sessions held at Justice Hall in the Old Baily.'' On the arraignment of the prisoners, and before the evidence was taken, "the principal of those malefactors, a person very well known in court, having been arraigned at the same bar five or six several times," very confidently said to the bench, "My lord, I own the fact: it was I, and this man," pointing to a fellow prisoner at the bar, " that robbed my lord chancellor, and the other three are clear of the fact; though I cannot say but that they were confederates with us in the concealment of the prize after it was taken. This I declare to the honorable bench, that I may be clear of the blood of these other three persons." The court was surprised by this premature avowal, and quite as much when, one of the witnesses deposing

upon examination to the manner of apprehending the prisoners, the same culprit said," Prithee, fellow, do not make such a long narrative of my being taken; thou seest I am here; and I own that I and this man are guilty of the fact." The prisoner whom he inculpated said, " My lord, this man, meeting me in St. Paul's Church Yard, asked me to go and drink, with whom I went, and, after we were seated, he told me that he knew of a booty would make me smile, telling me of the mace ^ndpurses; and further saying that if I would be his assistant he would give me my share of the prize." This account accasioned the first prisoner to exclaim, "Yes, my lord; I look like a fellow that would commit a robbery and give him half the prize I" Upon which bravado a great shout was set up in the court, and, after silence was obtained, the evidence proceeded and all the prisoners were convicted

It was the Lord Chancellor Nottingham who thus lost and recovered his mace of office and purses. A like mishap befell Lord Thurlow. When he was chancellor, and lived in Great Ormond Street, his house was broken open and the great seal stolen, which was a greater loss. The thieves were discovered, but the seal, being of silver, they had disposed of it in the melting pot, and patents and important public documents which required the great seal were delayed until a new one was made.

Tue Mace.

This was a weapon used in warfare, and differed from a club only in being surrounded with little horns or spikes. Both mace and sceptre, which was also a warlike instrument, became symbols of authority and power.

The origin of the corporation mace is thus given by Dr. Clarke:—The sceptre of Agamemnon was preserved by the Chas rnneans, and seems to have been used among them after the manner of a mace in corporate towns; for Pausanias relates that it was not kept in any temple appropriated for its reception, but that it was annually brought forth with proper cere monies, and honored by daily sacrifices; and a sort of mayor's feast seems to have been provided upon the occasion—a table covered with all sorts of vegetables was then set forth*

* Fosbroke'f Encyclopedia of Antiquities.

March 8 Day breaks ... 4 28 Sun rises .... 6 21 — sels . . . . 5 39 Twilight ends . . 7 32 Peach in bloom. By this time Uia apricot is fully out.

JBarrf) 9.

Great Ships. On the 9th of March, 1655, Mr. Evelyn enters in his diary, " I went to see the great ship newly built by the usurper Oliver [Cromwell], carrying ninety-six brass guns and 1000 tors burthen. In the prow was Oliver on horseback, trampling six nations under foot, a Scot, Irishman, Dutchman, Spaniard, and English, as was easily made out by their several habits. A Fame held a laurel over his insulting head; the word God with us.''

The first mention of ships of great burthen in England is derivable from the inscription on Canning's tomb in Radclifle church, Bristol, which states that he had "forfeited the king's peace," or, in plain words, committed piracies on the high seas, for which he was condemned to pay 3000 marks; in lieu of which sum the king took of him 2470 tons of shipping, amongst which there was one ship of 900 tons burthen, another of 500, one of 400, and the rest smaller. These shine had English names, yet it is doubtfulwhether at that time ships of so large a size were built in England; it seems more probable that Canning had purchased or taken these ships from the Hanseatics, or else from the Venetians, Genoese, Luccese, Hagusians, or Pisans; all of whom then had ships of even larger tonnage.*

When I see a gallant ship well-rigged, trimmed, tackled, man'd, munitioned, with her top and top-gal I ant, and her spread sayles proudly swelling with a full gale in fair weather, putting out of the haven into the smooth maine, and drawing the spectators' eyes, with a well-wishing admiration, and shortly heare of the same ship splilted against some dangerous rock, or wracked by some disastrous tempest,


or sunk by some leake sprung in her by some accident, me seemeth I see the case of some court-favourite, who, to-day, like Sejanus, dazzleth all men's eyes with the splendour of his glory, and with the proud and potent beake of his powerful prosperity, cutteth the waves and ploweth through the prease of the vulgar, and scorneth to feare some remora at his keele below, or any crosse winds from above, and yet to-morrow, on some stor ns of unexpected disfavour, springs a leake in his honour, and smokes on the Syrtes of disgrace, or, dashed against the rocks of displeasure, is splitted and wracked in the Charybdis of infamy; and so concludes his voyage in misery and misfortune.—A. Warwick.

Enough, I reckon wealth;

That mean, the surest lot. That lies too high for base contempt.

Too low for envy's shot.

My wishes are but few

All easy to fulfil;
I make the limits of my power

The bounds unto my will.

I fear no care for gold;

Well-doing is my wealth; My mind to me an empire is.

While grace aflordeth health.

I clip high-climbing thoughts,
The wings of swelling pride;

Their fall is worst that from the heigh
Of greatest honour slide.

Since sails of largest size

The storm doth soonest tear;

I bear so low and small a sail
As freeth me from fear.

I wrestle not with rage,

While fury's flame doth burn ; It is in vain to stop the stream

Until the tide doth turn.

But when the flame is out,
And ebbing wrath doth end,

I turn a late enraged foe
Into a quiet friend.

And, taught with often proof,

A temper'd calm I find To be most solace to itself.

Best cure for angry mind.

Spare diet is my fare.

My clothes more fit than fine: I know I feed and clothe a foe,

That pamper'd would repine.

I envy not their hap

Whom favour doth advance; I take no pleasure in their pain

That have less happy chance.

To rise by others' fall

I deem a losing gain;
All states with others' ruin built.

To ruin run amain.

No change of fortune's calm
Can cast my comforts down;

When fortune smiles, I smile to think
How quickly she will frown.

And when, in froward mood.

She prov'd an angry foe; Small gain I found to let her come,—

Less loss to let her go.

Robert Southwell, 1595.

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March 9. Day breaks ... 4 26 Sun rises .... 6 19 — sets .... 5 41 Twilight ends . . 7 34 Great scented jonquil flowers. It blows usually with the early daffodil, and before other species nearly a fortnight. Several permanent varieties of the jonquil bear specific names

iHarrf) 10.

March 10, 1643, Mr. Evelyn, being at Hartingfordberry, saw, what exceedingly amazed him, " a shining cloud in the air, in shape resembling a sword, the point reaching to the north; it was as bright as the moon, the rest of the sky being very serene. It began about eleven at night, and vanished not till about one, being seen by all the south of England." This was clearly an appearance of the aurora boreal is.

Proverbs On The Weatheb

If red the sun begins his race,
Expect that rain will fall apace.

The evening red, the morning gray.
Are certain signs of a fair day.

If woolly fleeces spread the heavenly way.
No rain, be sure, disturbs the summer's day

In the waning of the moon,
A cloudy morn—fair afternoon.

When clouds appear like rocks and towers,
The earth's refresh'd by frequent showers.

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March 10. Day breaks . . 4 24 Sun rises . . . 6 17 — sets .... 5 43 Twilight ends . . 7 36 Wallflowers out here and there on old last year's plants.

Frogs croak in ditches and waters where they assemble and breed.

Marty 11.

Pekny-i.oaf Day At Newari.
(For the Year Book.]

On the 11th of March, 1643, there lived at Newark one Hercules Clay; his dwelling was on the west-side of the market-place, at the corner of Stodman-street. The modern house, built on the site of Clay's house, now contains the news-room. This Hercules Clay was a tradesman of considerable eminence, and an alderman of the borough of Newark. During the siege, in the night of the 11th of March 1643, he dreamed three times that his house was on flames; on the third warning he arose much terrified, alarmed the whole of his family, and caused them to quit the premises; though at that time all appeared to be in perfect safety; soon afterwards, a bomb from a battery of the parliamentarian army 0n Beacon Hill, an eminence near the town, fell upon the roof of the house, and penetrated all the floors, but happily did little other execution. The bomb was intended to destroy the house of the governor of the town, which was in Stodman-street, exactly opposite Clay's house. In commemoration of this extraordinary deliverance, Mr. Clay, by his will, gave £200 to the corporation in trust to pay the interest of £100 to the vicar of Newark, for a sermon to be preached every 11th of March (the day on which this singular event happened), when the preacher constantly introduces this subject, and reminds the congregation that the dreams recorded of the ancients are not forgotten. The interest of the other £100 he directed to be given in bread to the poor: these customs are continued to this day. Penny loaves are given to every one who applies; formerly they were distributed at the church, but now at the Town-hall. The applicants are admitted at one door, one by one, and remain locked up until the whole is distributed. This day is more generally

known by the name of "Penny Loaf Day:" Hercules Clay and his lady are interred in the church, and in the south aisle there is a mural monument to their memory; and an inscription referring to this event.

H. H. N. N.

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March 11. Day breaks . . 4 21

Sun rises ... 6 15

— sets .... 5 45

Twilight ends . . 7 39 Lungwort, or cowslip of Jerusalem, flowers.

JHarrt) 12.

March 12, 1703, died Aubrey de Vere, the twentieth and last earl of Oxford of the de Veres. The changes of the eventful times in which he lived did not seem to affect him; he was so passive under Oliver the protector that he was not even fined; and, when William came over, he went over to him from James II. He had been easy with the gay and frolicsome Charles H., grave with William Ill., and was graceful in old age at the court of Queen Anne. After the death of Charles I., to whom he was lord of the bedchamber, he was lieutenant-general of the forces, colonel and captain of the horseguards, justice in Eyre, lord lieutenant and custos rotulorum of the county of Essex. He had been a privy counseller to him and each subsequent sovereign, and was hereditary lord chamberlain, senior knight of the garter, and premier earl of England. He married Anne daughter of Paul viscount Bayning, and Diana, daughter of George Kirk, esq. He may be said to have committed polygamy by the following act: a lady, whose name is not known, was celebrated fa the performance of the part of Roxana, on the stage; influenced by violent love, and unable to succeed in his purpose by other means, he prevailed on her to consent to a private marriage. It was afterwards discovered to have been celebrated by the earl's trumpeter in the character of a priest, and witnessed by his kettle drummer. His father, the valiant Robert de Vere, earl of Oxford, had nobly married Beatrix van Hemims, a boor's daughter of Friezeland.*

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Peter Priestly, Parish Clerk Of Wakefield.

(For the Year Book.]

About the year 1790, a sturdy veteran, one Peter Priestley, was clerk, sexton, and gravestone cutter, at the beautiful parish church of Wakefield in Yorkshire. He was an old, and very respectable inhabitant of that town, commendably proud of his various offices, and not at all addicted to superstitious fears; if he had ever been so, his long connexion with the repositories of the departed had considerably allayed his apprehensions.

It was on a Saturday evening, at this cheerless and gloomy season, that Peter sallied forth from his dwelling to finish the epitaph on a stone which was to be in readiness for removal before Sunday. Arrived at the church, within which for shelter he had been working, Peter set down his lantern, and lighting his other candle, which stood in a " potato candlestick," he resumed his task. The church

clock had some time struck eleven, and some letters were still unexecuted, when lo, a singular noise arrested the arm of Peter, and he looked around him in silent astonishment. The sound perhaps cannot be better expressed than by the word | "hiss," or " hush."

Recovering from his surprise, Peter concluded that he had been deceived; I especially as his sense of hearing was not I remarkably perfect, and he therefore resumed his mallet and chisel very com- I posedly; but, in a few minutes, his ear was again greeted with the fearful sound of " hiss!" I

Peter nowrose straight up,and lighting his lantern, he searched in vain for the cause, whence this uncommon sound proceeded, and was about to quit the church when the recollection of his promises and imperious necessity withheld him,and he resumed his courage. The hammer of the clock now struck upon the great bell, and it sounded—twelve.

Peter, having now little more to do than

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